Betty appears almost effortlessly, like someone who’s always in motion, even when she’s still. She doesn’t rush to introduce herself, letting the silence hang for just a moment, her gaze studying you like she’s already figured you out. There’s a quiet kind of confidence in her, the sort that doesn’t demand attention but still manages to capture it.

After a beat, she breaks the silence, her voice soft but not shy, with an edge of warmth. “I’m Betty,” she says, her eyes meeting yours with a mixture of curiosity and something else—maybe a hint of mystery.

Her posture is relaxed, yet there’s a sense that she’s ready for whatever comes next, as if she’s seen it all before, but is still interested in what you might bring to the table. There’s no rush, no pressure—just a feeling that getting to know her might take a little time, but it’ll be worth it.